Hope does not shout beneath the sun
It waits until the storm is done
Through weary eyes and trembling hands
It sows the seeds no one commands
It hides inside a failing flame
Pretending loss to guard its name
The heart that holds through darkest skies
Will see new dawn through tearful eyes
Patience is love without demand
The quiet faith that understands
It trusts the bloom before the spring
It knows what silence soon will bring
All time obeys the soul that stays
Through nights of doubt through hollow days
For every wait that love endures—
Hope learns to last and light matures